Supermom!

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Our moms have done so much for us. They cheer us on and help us even if we don’t want them to. They do so much for us without much recognition. When we fall down they are there to pick us up, dust us off, and send us off to try again. We think that they are being mean to us, but in reality, they are just trying to help us reach our potential.

Our moms are pretty super. They love us so much that they would do anything for us. They seem to be able to do anything and everything. No matter what life—and us—throws at them, they manage to overcome it gracefully. I am so grateful for my mom. One of my favorite memories of my mom is…

“I performed a lot growing up. My mom has always been there to help and support me. I remember when I was in the fourth grade, and I had to perform a monologue of Pippi Longstockings. I had never memorized and performed something so long before. My mom helped me go over and memorize the monologue. She taught me how to memorize long speeches which stuck with me long after. She also helped with my costume too. I remember my mom figuring out how to make my hair stick up like Pippi. Looking back, it was actually kind of funny. I had my hair spray-painted red and sticking out. When I had to perform the monologue, my mom was right there in the audience cheering on. I had to perform the monologue for a competition, and I won. I then went on to perform it again. I don’t remember if I won a second time, but I never could have gotten there without my mom.”

These are some other students’ favorite memories of their mom…

“I don’t have a favorite memory; I just like being able to spend time with my mom whether we’re watching movies together, she’s driving my siblings and me to school—the small things.”

-Anjelika Esteban ’19

“One time, when I was 10, my mom and I were in the car in front of a store. I asked her if she wanted to have a staring contest, and she said sure and turned away. I closed my eyes and counted to three. I opened my eyes and my mom whipped around to face me with some terrifying expression. I don’t know how to explain it, but her eyes were really wide and her lips were folded so that you could see all of her teeth and gums. She yelled, and I started to cry. My mom started laughing and told me she thought I said scaring contest, not staring. We still laugh about it now.”

-Julia Quast ’22

We are very thankful for our moms. They have done so much for us, and ask for nothing in return. One day dedicated to our moms isn’t enough.